The teacher who leaned against the noose

What should I do?

In a little bit, I’m going to tell my mom

He’ll call me

There are messages that I didn’t read

I’m sure they’ll blame you for that’s

I did my best

I worked really hard

Am I really not qualified

Everyone is saying that I need to do better

Everyone is saying that I have to endure it more

Is that true

I got a lot of compliments

It’s my first job. It’s my first teaching job

You’ve all been looking forward to it

I don’t know my flaws

Did everyone see it

I miss my mom

Dad, I’m sorry

But I worked really hard

(G)I-DLE, I’m sorry

I couldn’t be nicer to him

I guess I lacked a lot of teachers

But you guys

They’re all smart and brilliant

You’ll be a great adult later

Now

I want to be comfortable

Another person died at the school, the place of learning

The person who was appointed for the first time and was teaching for only a few months ended his own life

All of them are not unfamiliar with the tyranny and appeal of parents with great power, but those around them who turned a blind eye to the teacher’s death

Students and teachers who have died for almost the same reason will sometimes be recalled from our collective memory, exposed to gossip, and repeatedly

Wouldn’t it have nothing to do with the political differences between women, the left and the right The myriad elements of suicide are the venomous needles that pop out of human society

As you can imagine, this is going to be a set process and stuck in that disastrous gossip bookcaseOur current system, our social system

What’s clear is that no one near you had any expectations, of course, and was alone at the moment of deathNo, there must have been a noose to strangle

It’s not that you committed suicide, it’s because of us

In a little while, a myriad of gossip will be produced, accompanied by your death, and I’m afraid of it

I pray for the repose of the teacher who only sewed as a servant of a particular student rather than a brush of learning and teaching